Why should I be afraid?
Just read some Rumi from Gafori’s Gold collection.
Why should I be afraid?
I’m the one who gives form to formless fear.
I write its every rant.Once I lived in a prison of circumspection.
I thought I was being prudent and wise.
A prison. Why? What had I stolen?
...and...
Your naked freedom
is your shield.
Thank God for wise ancestors.
Words from Viktor Frankl (Man’s Search for Meaning) also keep rattling around my mind tonight...
Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.
I, like everyone, am being “questioned by life—daily and hourly.” My answer has not consisted of enough “right action and right conduct” but in too much “talk and meditation” (in the sense of rumination, not the mindfulness/spiritual practice—could use more of that). I have been wasting time arguing with life about its problems and the tasks set before me rather than finding the right answers and fulfilling the assigned tasks.